Hello there <3

My name is Lavender! In the year of our lord 2026, I am 29 years old. God, I can't believe I'm gonna be thirty soon. It feels like I just turned twenty last week! Anyway a lot of you have asked me about how I started selling, so here's my story, the whole thing.

I grew up in a town of about 8000, which is not very many people if you don't know. The nearest neighbors weren't within walking distance, I rarely had play dates, so I was a pretty isolated weird kid. I spent a lot of time reading and daydreaming stories. I think in another life I was a writer! I was raised Baptist, as a kid I was pretty passionate about that. Our church only sang the old hymns. No worship band, just the frail little organ player and our voices. I'm no longer associated with the church, but I still listen to those old songs sometimes. They have a kind of grit that contemporary worship can't even come close to. 'What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood.' That's metal as fuck!

In my preteen years I was seperated from my birth family and placed with some relatives in another state. 0/10 experience, wouldn't try again. Having those years disrupted had more of an impact on my personality and development than I or anyone expected. It's like I was trapped at twelve years old, all the way up to when I turned eighteen. My school life was pretty normal, I was in marching band and had a few friends. I had one relationship in high school, it lasted two years. We were the healthiest little couple! He was an Eagle Scout, which comes with insane networking oppurtunities, so I imagine he's making beaucoup money now. Hope you're doing good wherever you are, Duncan!

Home life was less normal, I got really good at zoning out and pretending I was in the Matrix lol. The church this family went to didn't feel the same as the Baptist ones back home, I guess I just didn't like their worship as much. Imagine making music so shitty it causes people to lose their faith in god. Only half kidding. Actually what happened is I got grounded so hard I was only allowed to sleep and read the Bible, so I read the entire thing, and about a quarter of the way in I realized that there was no god, couldn't be. Even if I entertain the idea of a higher power it sure as shit didn't happen like this. So, yeah that's how a girl goes from a good Baptist to a porn star. Kinda. I mean, we're getting there. Be patient.

I left the day I turned eighteen and hopped on a bus that took me halfway across the country. Eventually I ended up in Austin Texas, and moved in with the kind of guy you'd hear about on a true crime podcast. Other than that, I had a wonderful time in Austin. There was this bar that would let me in as long as I didn't drink, and I got to be friends with one of the bartenders. He was the first person to offer me drugs! Anyway he got to talking one day about girls who sell used panties, and I thought 'damn, even laundry can be a financial oppurtunity.'

So I made my little kik account (aging myself again) and joined the little kik groups, dead set on selling my laundry. I had zero interpersonal or marketing skills so I just flailed for a few months without making any sales. I didn't really understand that what they're buying isn't the physical panties, it's the experience. Eventually I was so frustrated at being asked about pics that I just started selling em in bundles. omg omg finally, money!! Next people started asking about custom videos, and I kinda didn't want to at first because I'm awkward as fuck.

I did the silliest fucking thing to get used to being on camera - I just pressed film on my tablet, I sat down, and just ate some macaroni. Kind of an absurd amound of macaroni, if I'm being honest, I was just so nervous! I think that video might be around somewhere still. Once I wasn't feeling so insecure, I filmed the custom. Mind you, all of this is wrong and I ended up being scammed. You should never film customs until you've been paid, and certainly don't do what I did which is just send the file without waiting for payment. I don't know what I was thinking, I guess maybe I thought that since I was new and had no reputation, as a show of good faith I should send first? Only had to learn that lesson once.

My first properly commissioned custom video was really fun, it was like this bathing suit CPR instructional roleplay. The client was awesome, I can't remember his name but I remember what he looked like and all the stuff he was into. We'd had planned some more intense videos, like an RP of sucking cock under water, passing out, and needing CPR; we just never got around to it. He bought me a bright red bathing suit for the video, I think I might still have it somewhere around here. I was working on this site that focused more on sugaring and chat than content, which I never really got the hang of on a 'steady income' level. Once I found a client I got along with I did great, but I wasn't very good at finding new ones. I'd say this is still one of my weaker points as a sex worker.

After a few months of that, I finally felt brave enough to sell a live cam show. I think I did like 5$/min (so don't you bitch at me about my prices, I've barely fkn raised em since I started this job lmao). Again, I was terrible at it because I'm just so fuckin awkward. I had like a dozen guys asking me about femdom, and I didn't want to because I was afraid I'd look stupid. I can't remember who gave me this idea, it's so fuckin ridiculous lol, but my first femdom show I just quoted full metal jacket cuz i didnt know how to be mean lol.

Eventually I worked up the balls to leave the psycho I was with, and moved away from Austin. It was just in the nick of time too, because COVID hit like two months later. Business was good during COVID, but then I started dating this guy and he was just the worst possible person I could have picked. First he's okay with it, then once we move in together he's not okay with it, then he gets cut off from his parents and suddenly he needs me to go back to doing it full time, then he cheated on me with his nineteen year old trainee, and then told all our friends the reason we divorced is because I 'refused to get a real job.'

And so ended my little purity culture 2.0 phase lol.